Yes, your suspicion is that Sting was destroyed in securing the codes.

A sinking, sick feeling in his stomach coupled with the ache of loss momentarily pulsed like a wave through his entire body. But he quickly contained this feeling, as if he himself were a machine without emotions, feelings and a conscience. Otto still had hope.

Right! I'm going to look at re-building Sting. Now, with the information ball I generated which gave me this data on Stings activities etc I take it that I have retained all of this information on my headware etc? As I want to use this to bring him back (or re-summon him if you will). I would say that from this data I have recently assimilated that it should contain his schematic at the advanced stage he had become over time (including the knowledge Sting has attained). I hold the original schematic but this would be like a restoration to 'factory settings' if I was to use it.

Now, I would also like to use Character Points/Karma/Deed points to increase his power. (Similar to SR where we up the force of a spirit).

Multi-Cranial Space - Otto Von Weirdigan
Sat at the science desk, Otto's eyes turned a deep azure blue, the retinas etched with nano fine circuitry.
Internally he retreated within his own cranial head space, he appeared within a hall constructed from code and light, making his way past the digital stores of his memory,
prismatic displays of his unrealised projects and esoteric formula of arcane complexity.

He stopped at a window of energy looking beyond the protective screen into the recesses of his organic brain and memory images of his children playing in their favourite field,
allowing himself a brief moment of pleasure.
In the dusty quiet of the classroom a tear made itself slowly down his cheek, hanging for a moment upon his chin,
pondering its descent before falling to the worktop below.

He walked on shaking himself back to stoic resolve and entered a new chamber, portions of its golden panelled walls solidifying from raw code, he looked at the great crystalline tank and the large serpentine form growing within.

Multi-Cranial Space - Otto Von Weirdigan
Perhaps it was a weakness of the flesh or reassurance that he was still fundamentally a biological Xert, that Otto started awake.

He found himself sat against one of the glass pillars, having moved from the realms of stamina and flesh to those cerebral, fatigue had finally overtaken him and he had shut down into deep sleep.

Looking to his left a large crystalline screen unfolded in the air beside him showing him his own vital signs 'Not bad' he thought

His attention was drawn back to the birthing tank, he frowned, the new Sting was exponentially bigger than his previous incarnation, IO ports lining the sides of his serpentine form which was by design, however it was not this that encouraged concern.

No it was the deep red vein line like structures that threaded his form, a deep scarlet red not unlike the Martian plant form Otto had encountered in the sewers but days previously.

Otto stood and turned to the floating screen that moved with him, and with a blinding flurry of hand gestures orders an in depth assessment of the constructs diagnostics. It flickers through glyphs and machine code as it complies with his commands.

Infection? Evolution? Or something else?

Computer 9
Arcane Sciences 13

‘I am not bringing it online until I know what has happened to ‘It’’. He thought.

Thousands of pieces of information danced down Otto's vision, eyes narrowing as the code wove a story.

The code revealed additional elements, possibly alien however the most startling thing for Otto was when he took his attention back to the present and noticed that Stings eye had opened a fraction regarding him.

He paused in his actions, a keen edge of hope burned in his heart that was tempered by the danger that this construct could be if it has been corrupted. He still stepped eagerly forward, gingerly placed his hand on the tank almost in a caress.

Almost as a reflex action, Otto prepared counter programs and defences about himself as he stared into ‘Stings’ roving eye.

<Who are you? Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am?> he pulsed into the ether as his vision pierced the constructs’ red pupils, to establish the link.

A shudder of apprehension if not fear ran down Otto's spine, the link didn't flood his consciousness with data rather it swam around him like a predatory creature. As if the pair of them were circling each other, sizing each other up before one moved for the kill.

The code was not the amalgamation of Stings and some alien, no this was something quite different!

‘You were right to be wary’ Otto thought to himself as he narrowed his eyes into a boiling etheric mist that emanated from the being he had known as ‘Sting’. The mist reminded him of electrically charged platelets and plasma that moved at dizzying speed around it. As he continued to scrutinise it, the mist began to move towards the Xert, bombarding and surrounding him. It seemed to act almost like a camouflage that made the construct difficult to pinpoint.

Then a strong pulse of data hit him, breaking through some of his outer defensive ‘firewalls’.

He dropped to his knees as a whirring scream of raw energy blasted into his being. He put his hands over his ears, a futile gesture, more a reflex action as he writhed with the sheer magnitude of the force produced.

Eyes opening the world around him had become one of faceted blue crystal, he tumbled forward sliding into oblivion down into a crystalline abyss.

Ominous red light shone though the facets, from the other side of the wall, he plummeted, spinning in infinity, angels in the architecture before crashing into a pool, a pool of gel like data, numerical sequences flowing around him like a turbulent shoal of fish.

The green data swirl was disturbed, the depths illuminated red light returning as Sting swam from the darkness.